Lahat ng Kabanata ng Just for two weeks: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Fombellida Alexandra - president of the Paris branch of the Depository Bank of Zurich - lived in a lavish flat above the bank. Despite his plush accommodations, he had always dreamed of owning a Riverside apartment on L'lle Saint-Louis, where he could rub shoulders with the true cognoscenti, rather than here, where he simply met the filthy rich.When I retire, Alexandra told himself, I will fill my cellar with rare Bordeaux, adorn my salon with a Fragonard and perhaps a Boucher, and spend my days hunting for antique furniture and rare books in the Quartier Latin. Tonight, Alexandra had been awake only six and a half minutes. Even so, as he hurried through the bank's underground corridor, he looked as if his personal tailor and hairdresser had polished him to a fine sheen. Impeccably dressed in a silk suit, Alexandra sprayed some breath spray in his mouth and tightened his tie as he walked. No stranger to being awoken to attend to his international clients arriving from differen

Amorth lay down on the canvas mat in his room, allowing the lash wound on his back to clot in the air. Tonight's second session with the Discipline had left him weak. He had yet to remove the Cilice belt, and he could feel the blood trickling down his inner thigh. Still, he could not justify removing the strap. When Myositis described the opportunity that had presented itself, Amorth knew it could only be the hand of God at work. Myositis put Amorth in contact with the man who had proposed the plan - a man who called himself the Teacher. Although the Teacher and Amorth never met face-to-face, each time they spoke by phone, Amorth was awed, both by the profundity of the Teacher's faith and by the scope of his power. The Teacher seemed to be a man who knew all, a man with eyes and ears in all places. How the Teacher gathered his information was a mystery to Amorth, but Myositis had placed enormous trust in the Teacher, and he had told Amorth to do the same. "Do as the Teacher commands y

As the unmarked Honda Accord departed Castel Gandolfo, sneaking downward through the Alban Hills Into the Valley below. In the back seat, Myositis smiled, feeling the weight of the bearer bonds in the briefcase on his lap and wondering how long it would take before he and Teacher could make the exchange. The sum would buy Myositis power far more valuable than that. As his car sped back toward Rome, he found himself wondering why the Teacher had not yet contacted him. Pulling his cell phone from his cassock pocket, he checked the carrier signal. Extremely faint. "Cellular service is intermittent up here," the driver said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "In a few minutes, we'll be out of the mountains, and service improves." "Thank you." Myositis felt a sudden surge of concern. Maybe the Teacher had been trying to reach him all this time. Maybe something had gone terribly wrong. Quickly, he checked his phone's voicemail. Nothing. Then again, he realized, the Teacher never

Standing at the roadblock outside the Depository Bank. Lieutenant Suslowicz wondered what was taking Romano so long to come up with the search warrant. The bankers were obviously hiding something. They claimed Davis and McEwan had arrived earlier and were turned away from the bank because they did not have proper Account identification. So why won't they let us inside for a look?Finally, Suslowicz's cellular phone rang. It was the command post at the Louvre. "Do we have a search warrant yet?" Suslowicz demanded."Forget about the bank, Lieutenant," the agent told him. "We just got a tip. We have the exact location where Davis and McEwan are hiding."Suslowicz sat down hard on the hood of his car. "You're kidding.""I have an address in the suburbs. Somewhere near Sunnyvales.""Does captain Romano know?""Not yet. He's busy on an important call.""I'm on my way. Have him call as soon as possible." Suslowicz took down the address and jumped in his car. As he peeled off from the bank, S

Rodriguez took the key and studied it. "My goodness. The Seal. Where did you locate this?""My grandfather gave it to me before he died tonight."Rodriguez ran his fingers across the key. "A church key?"She drew a deep breath. "It provided us access to the Archstone."Rodriguez's head snapped up, his face filled with disbelief. "Impossible! What church did I not search? Every church in France I've searched for!""It's not in a church," Sophie said. "It's in a Swiss depository bank."Rodriguez's look of excitement waned. "The Archstone is in a bank?""A bank vault," Jimmy offered.Rodriguez shook his head violently. "That's not possible. The Archstone is supposed to be hidden beneath the sign of the Rose of a church.""It is," Jimmy said. "It was stored in a rosewood box inlaid with a five-petal rose."Rodriguez looked shocked. "You've seen the Archstone?"McEwan nodded. "We visited the bank."Rodriguez came over to them, his eyes wild fear. "My good friends, we have work to do. The A